Erik leaned back improperly in his chair in his home, stroking a little mouse's head and thinking aloud. "They should be reading my letter any moment now..." he whispered to himself, lifting the mouse from his desk and holding it in his hand. The mouse just sat in his hand, pressing his little head into Erik's other palm. "Such a fine letter as well. I still remember all that I wrote in it," he was now talking to the mouse. The little gray thing climbed onto the back of Erik's hand, sniffing curiously. Erik smiled lightly, not caring that his mask was not on his face.
"You're not afraid, are you, little mouse? I can only pray that Christine will grant me the same kindness," Erik said thoughtfully. "Surely she will be very accepting of me once the Count is out of the picture and she is given every opportunity to excel. She deserves no less than the lead, don't you think so?" he asked the mouse, who was cautiously walking up Erik's arm. "That is precisely what I have instructed the managers to do through my note with Madame Giry... bless the woman." Erik paused then rolled his eyes at himself.
"Oh, who am I kidding? You're not going to answer me! You're just what I'm speaking to until Christine arrives," Erik sighed, feeling lonely again. Thinking of Christine returning, Erik gently touched the right side of his face before shying away from touching it and quickly covering it with his mask once more. As Erik finished adjusting his mask, the little mouse scurried off in what was either fear or necessity. Erik frowned deeply and rested his head against his hand.
**Please note, I am Pro-Erik**
**Example taken from All I Asked of You with Inara**